after the riding we dispersed,nwe drifted home in twos and threes.nthrough cold and rain we spat and cursed,nthis ancient war of families.nnarmies past and then returned,nthey killed and raped, they stole and burnt.nso from the cradle we have learnt,nto be as hard as stone.nand learned to stand alone.nn(chorus)nthey are gone now, the killing and disorder,nthey're just ghosts now, the brigand and marauder.nand we give thanks for peace on the border,nwe give thanks for peace on the border.nncloak and dagger, crime on crime,nanarchy in the borderlands.nthe king's men came with a valentine,nto break to power of the border clans.nnsome were hung, some sent away,nto Ireland and the low countries.ngreat was the price they had to pay,ngod bless their memory,nand god bless you and me.nnthe broken towers that stand today,nstand for peace and order.nreminding us until the day,nthat we need no more borders.